First of all, the trip...
It was hectic to say the least. We blew through Portland Wednesday night and drove straight through to San Francisco, slept a few hours, and then rode around the city all day Thursday. Then, at 1:30 in the morning (I guess it'd be Friday) we left for Vegas. The road trip was great until we actually got to Vegas...
Upon arrival, I got a ticket for turning right on red at an intersection where you aren't supposed to. I didn't see any fucking sign. The cop, while pleasant, was not at all lenient. Dammit. This happened while I was getting off the freeway onto Tropicana to get to the strip. Bastards!
Steve was hellishly ill, so we slept for a couple of hours, and then got up to get food. We stopped for gas, where I spilled a LOT of two stroke oil on myself. Dammit. We then went to meet the first ride.
While riding down the strip, someone pointed out that the lights on my new bike were out. Yep... turned out later that the switch went bad. So, now I couldn't ride at night anymore. Crap!
To further the ugliness, we had nothing but bad luck at the tables, even when employing Steve Calderon's Fast Track to Winning at Craps(tm). So... that was the last straw. We decided to get out of Vegas and go back to San Francisco and play around there for a while. We left Vegas Saturday afternoon and drove all night so we could have all day Sunday in the city. It was a great time indeed. Lots of good riding and hanging out with Paul and Esteban. And we fixed the Rally.
Monday we spent all day driving back to Seattle. The last 200 miles were by far the worst. We got pretty loopy, but it was fun. If you ever have to take a long ass road trip, I recommend taking my friend Steve, because he's insane.
So... moving is coming up really soon. I'm not a big fan of that. I've only got a few boxes packed but it doesn't look like it's going to be too bad. I think I'll probably end up throwing out a lot of stuff instead of taking it with me.
I got to spend the last couple of nights hanging out with my good friend Tara (T-bone) from San Francisco. She's freaking rad. Tonight, we watched a movie and then packed up some boxes. If it weren't for her, I'd still only have two boxes packed. Man, I hate moving.
Well... that's it for now. I hope this entry was entertaining enough for Luci Furz in Austin. Come up and go on the Monkey Run in August with us, girly!